IRC-Galleria

Oh, my beloved,
My dear friend,
Make it the End.

With thousand sparkling stars,
(drops of blood they are)
in your eyes, you touch my scars.
(reminders of past, so far)
Soft, Oh, so soft, you speak,
Your words, so soft, Me they seek.
"Let's make these scars bleed again,
Let's say, let shout: 'this is the end!'"

Oh, my love, share the razor with me,
tonight, I beg You, make me bleed.
With Me, the only one you love,
There's no other, or is there, my love?